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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.