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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.