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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.