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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
X-102,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.