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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
10cc,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.