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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.