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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.