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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.