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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.