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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Organ,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.