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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.