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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.