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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.