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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fortunes 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.