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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.