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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.