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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.