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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter 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?
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.