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 Thailand and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.