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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.