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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.