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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.