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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.