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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.