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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.