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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.