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 India and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.