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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.