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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.