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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.