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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.