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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.