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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.