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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Quantec,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.