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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.