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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.