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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.