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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '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 Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.