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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.