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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
the Association,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.