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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.