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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.