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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.