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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.