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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.