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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
MDC,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.