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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Skaos,
UT,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Smog,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.