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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.