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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.