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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.