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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.