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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.