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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.