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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.