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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.