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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.