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 the UAE and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Can,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.