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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.