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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.