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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.