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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.