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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.