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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.