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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
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,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.