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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.