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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.