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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.