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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.