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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.