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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.