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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.