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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.