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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.