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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.