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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.