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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.