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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.