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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.