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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.