Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.