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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.