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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.