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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.