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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.