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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.