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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Nas,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.