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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.