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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.