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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.