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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.