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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
The Names,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Chrome,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.