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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.