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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.