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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.