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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.