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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Hashim,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.