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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.