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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.