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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.