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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.