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 India and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
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.