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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.