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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.