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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.