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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.