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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.