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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.