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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.