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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.