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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.