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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.