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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.