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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
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.