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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.