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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.