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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Shoche,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.