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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.