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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.