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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.