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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.