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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Names,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.