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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.