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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.