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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.