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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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?
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.