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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.