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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
AZ,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.