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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.