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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.