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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.