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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.