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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.