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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.