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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Altered Images,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.