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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.