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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.