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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.