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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.