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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
JFA,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.