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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.