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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Wire,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.