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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.