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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.