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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.