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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.