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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.