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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.