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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
UT,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.