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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.