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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.