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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.