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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.