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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.