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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
UT,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.