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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.