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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.