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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.