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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
MC5,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.