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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.