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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.