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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.