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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.