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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.