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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.