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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.