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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.