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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.