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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Japan,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.