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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.