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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Can,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.