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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Can,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.