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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.