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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.