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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.