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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.