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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.