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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Can,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.