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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.