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 Barbados and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.