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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Little Man,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.