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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.