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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.