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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.