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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
the Human League,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.