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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
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.