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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.