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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.