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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.