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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Magma,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.