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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.