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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.