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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.