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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.