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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.