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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.