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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fortunes 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.