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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Nico,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.