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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Faust,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.