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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.