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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Index,
cv313,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.