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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.