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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.