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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.