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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.