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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.