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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.