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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.