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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.