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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.