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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.