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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.