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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.