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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.