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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.