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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.