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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.