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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Franke,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.