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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.