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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.