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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.