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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.