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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.