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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 theremin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.