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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.