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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.