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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.