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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.