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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.