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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.