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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
JFA,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.