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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
JFA,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.