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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.