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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Television,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Pole,
June Days,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.