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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Sparks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.