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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Magma,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Mars,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.