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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.