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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.