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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.