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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Wire,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.