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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.