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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.