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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
the Association,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.