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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.