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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.