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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.