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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.