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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
X-102,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.