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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.