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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.