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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Can,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.