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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.