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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.