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 Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.