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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.