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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Swans,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.