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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.