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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.