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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
UT,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.