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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.