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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Slits to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.