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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.