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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.