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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.