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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.