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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.