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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.