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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.