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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.