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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.