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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.