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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.