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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.