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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.