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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.