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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.