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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.