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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.