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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.