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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.