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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
DNA,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.