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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.