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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.