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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.