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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.