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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.