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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.