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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.