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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.