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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Audionom,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.