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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.