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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.