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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.