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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.