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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.