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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.