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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.