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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.