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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.