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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.