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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.