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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.