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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Index,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.