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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.