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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Scion,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.