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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.