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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.