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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.