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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.