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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.