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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.