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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.