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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Faust,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.