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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Can,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.