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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
John Cale,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.