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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.