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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.