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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Wings to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.