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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.