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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.