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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.