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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.