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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sparks 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Monks,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Ossler,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.