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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.