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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Index,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Franke,
Urselle,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.