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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.