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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.