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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.