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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
ABC,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.