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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.