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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.