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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.