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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.