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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Wings,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.