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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.