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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.