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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.