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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.