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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.