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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.