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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Searchers,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.