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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Crime,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.