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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
ABC,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.