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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.