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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.