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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.