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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.