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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Martian,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.