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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.