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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.