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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.