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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Black Dice 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.