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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.