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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.