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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.