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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.