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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich 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 punk 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 sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.