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 Panama 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.