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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.