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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.