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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.