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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Cluster,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.