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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.