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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.