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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.