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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.