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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.