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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.