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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.