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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.