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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.