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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.