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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.