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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.