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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.