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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.