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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.