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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.