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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ 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?
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.