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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.