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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.