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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.