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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.