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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.