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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Crime,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.