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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.