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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.