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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.