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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Ossler,
DNA,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.