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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.