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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.