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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.