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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.