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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.