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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.