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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.