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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
AZ,
Urselle,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Audionom,
Can,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.