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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.