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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.