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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Oneida,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.