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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.