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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Suicide,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.