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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.