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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.