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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Franke,
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.