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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.