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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.