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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.