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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.