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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Television,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.