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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.