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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.