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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.