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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.