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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.