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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Nico,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.