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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.