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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.