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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Television,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.