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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.