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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.