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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.