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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.