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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.