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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.