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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.