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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.