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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.