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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.