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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Sparks,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.