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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.