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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.