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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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?
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.