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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.