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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.