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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.