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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.