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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.