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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.