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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.