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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.