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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.