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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.