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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Names,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Gong,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.