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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.