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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.