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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.