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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.