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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.