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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.