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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.