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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.