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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.