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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Pole,
X-101,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.