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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.