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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.