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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.