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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.