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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.