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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.