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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Magazine,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.