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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.