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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.