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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.