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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.