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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.