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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
DNA,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.