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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.