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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.