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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Names,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Index,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.