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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
X-101,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.