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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Mars,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.