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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.