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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.