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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.