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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
June Days,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.