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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 a theremin and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.