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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.