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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.