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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.