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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.