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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.