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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Can,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.