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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.