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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.