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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.