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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Evens,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.