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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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?
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.