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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.