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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.