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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.