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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.