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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.