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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Can,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.