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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Gong,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.