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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.