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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.