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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.