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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.