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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.