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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.