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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.