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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.