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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Wings,
Suicide,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.