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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.