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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.