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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.