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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Little Man,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.