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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.