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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.