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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Index,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.