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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.