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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.